It is true what people say, you actually can't find a decent coffee in America. Last night Christi had agreed that it was very difficult to find a decent coffee, and she suggested I try and find 'Art of Joe'. I googled this morning and sure enough there was a couple on the west side, and one only 10 blocks away. I went there and ordered a coffee, it was the right size and the right temperature, accompanied by the perfect almond croissant, and yet, it wasn't great. It certainly was better than any coffee I've had to date, but not great. Cibo Pirie St awaits me!
This morning we headed out to the Guggenheim Museum. We started in the rotunda where the exhibits are, and Lee Ufan was showing. Now, I know I am a complete ignoramus when it comes to art. But I know what I like, and then, well, there are some things I just don't get. Between the rocks, paintings, cotton wool, rubber matting.....bizarre.
We quickly moved on to find the permanent collection. And this was really quite spectacular, albeit small. It contained works by; Van Gogh, Cezanne, Gauguin, Monet, Manet, and a couple of my favorites were Picasso's Woman Ironing, and Fernande with a Black Mantilla (from his blue period).
From there we caught the train downtown to City Hall and walked part way across the Brooklyn Bridge. Speccy!
Then we walked towards Ground Zero. We went into St Paul's Chapel which has survived the great fire as well as Sept 11 (7 buildings in total were destroyed that day). The firemen and other workers used the church for respite and many could be found tossing and turning on the pews trying to get a bit of shut-eye. Inside the church is now like a museum, but I could only read about a few stories before being too upset to read anymore.
From there we went to happier things - shopping, at Century 21. We both did more damage to the credit card! Grabbed a bite to eat and got back to the hotel and repacked the bags ready for our 6.00am flight out of here on Wednesday morning.
Today, when it suddenly dawned on me that we only had another day to go here in New York, I genuinely felt heart broken. I love this city and I need more time here, time to just explore the quirky places, the little gems, whether it's food, shops, parks, apartments anything. I mostly want to stop being a tourist here, and just 'live' New York for a bit. Feel it. Get lost in it. I want to talk to more New Yorkers and explore every last inch of Central Park. I want time to find that decent cup of coffee.
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